Perfect

Last night, Chris finally came home after a week and half of working in Medford. 

We snuggled together in the bed, all three of us - Cole in the middle, Chris and I on either side.  Cole kicked his feet and cooed.  I rubbed my cold toes against Chris' warm feet. 

and later, as we were falling asleep, Chris held Cole to him tightly, stroking his face, while Cole stared at Chris, trying to memorize his face and smiling big happy smiles.  And I held Chris' hand and watched him hold our son.

And it was perfect.